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Poem by Amy Levy


London Poets


(In Memoriam.)


They trod the streets and squares where now I tread,
With weary hearts, a little while ago;
When, thin and grey, the melancholy snow
Clung to the leafless branches overhead;
Or when the smoke-veiled sky grew stormy-red
In autumn; with a re-arisen woe
Wrestled, what time the passionate spring winds blow;
And paced scorched stones in summer:--they are dead.

The sorrow of their souls to them did seem
As real as mine to me, as permanent.
To-day, it is the shadow of a dream,
The half-forgotten breath of breezes spent.
So shall another soothe his woe supreme--
”No more he comes, who this way came and went.”



Amy Levy


Amy Levy's other poems:
  1. A Greek Girl
  2. The End of the Day
  3. To Death
  4. In a Minor Key
  5. On the Threshold


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